Elven Survival Manual

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good, they rolled together without knowing it.

The lips stuck together, biting each other, and smeared each other's saliva on each other's lips, fully moistening the dry lips blown by the night wind.

The tongues are entangled, and I don't know who took the initiative, or both sides, sucking and chasing with all their strength, so passionate, so deep.

The demon king turned over and let the elf lay on top of him.

He slowed down his pace, making the kiss more tender and lingering.

The elves obviously liked this pace more, and cooperated more actively.

Even if it is jerky, the instinct to pursue pleasure has always been stationed in the heart of the elf, but now it is only guided out by the devil little by little.

From the rawness of the first kiss to the proficiency of the present, the elf's kissing skills are also steadily improving.

Now he knows how to lick the devil's gums with his tongue to stimulate his oral mucosa, and also knows how to bite the devil's tongue lightly with his teeth. He also knows how much force and speed can satisfy the devil.

Being in a superior position excites the elves, probably in the nature of males there is a desire to compete. He is in a high position, as if he has grasped the dominance.

Breathing quickly with the kiss, the clinging body rubbed against each other under the barrier of the cloth.

Blue eyes meet blood-colored pupils.

Then, the elf noticed the magic horn that the demon king hadn't withdrawn.

The demon king also noticed his gaze, and was about to withdraw the magic horn, but the elf first raised his hand to touch the magic horn, which was bigger and more powerful than other monsters.

The demon king's magic horns are spiral, growing backwards from both sides of the head, extending out section by section like bamboo shoots, then bending and turning into a circle, and finally stop in the middle of the circle, with the tip facing the front, looking It's like a sheep's horn, but it's all black.

When the elf's hand touched it, the Demon King didn't show any special changes, but his eyes did brighten a little.

He raised his head slightly, and when his lips parted, there was a silver thread.

"Does your horn grow?"

"Ah."

"Does it need to be trimmed because it grows too long?" The elf stroked the knots on the magic horn with his fingers: "Just like the sheep's horn, if it is too long, cut some off?"

"If it's too long."

Magic horns can be trimmed like fingernails.

And just as long nails don't feel pain when they are trimmed, but lightly touching the tip of the nail will make the finger vibrate slightly, when the magic horn is enchanted, there will be a similar tactile sensation, like fingers passing through the hair After stroking the scalp, the numb feeling spread into the heart.

So just like the pointed ears of elves are not something everyone can touch, the magic horn is also a taboo for monsters.

The devil squinted his eyes, but he didn't stop the elf's move, allowing him to play with his magic horn.

The devil's squinting expression made his usually expressionless face reveal a different kind of sexiness.

The elf suddenly felt his mouth dry.

The two parties in love always yearn for each other, and the elf is no exception. He likes the different emotions shown by the devil for him, and he likes his uniqueness to himself.

Wanting to see more differences, the elf's brain became hot, his body slid up a little, his chin was raised, his moist lips kissed the curved magic horns, and his lips and teeth swept over those nodes little by little.

When he did this, even if he couldn't see it, he could feel the Demon King's body tense up suddenly.

This made him very proud, and he directly hugged the head of the devil with both hands, and continued his efforts.

He used all the kissing skills he learned during this time to deal with the magic horns, biting, licking, sucking, all of them were used.

He worked so hard, the Demon King would naturally not lose face.

The evidence was that the big hands around the slender waist became stronger.

And when the elves were keen to explore the mysteries of the magic horn, the demon king also quietly unbuttoned the hidden button on his robe. Because of the relationship at the top, once the hidden button is undone, the robe will naturally open, revealing the magic robe underneath. And then unwrapped again.

Under the magic robe was a soft and light shirt with the same row of buttons, but the devil didn't move, but stretched out his mouth without moving the buttons, and picked up a red cherry hidden under the shirt through the fabric.

The wet shirt became transparent, and a little cherry red quietly bloomed like a red plum in the snow.

The elf trembled, bit the magic horn not to be outdone, and inserted his hand directly into the black hair.

The big hand got in from the hem of the shirt that was pulled out of the trousers, with one hand in front and the other behind, moving up little by little like an ant climbing a tree, crawling over every sensitive part of the elf's body with precision.

Reluctantly spitting out the cherry that he couldn't taste enough, he dexterously unbuttoned his shirt with his teeth, licked his fair chest with his tongue, and went all the way up from here, buried his head between the elves' necks. .

The elf finally lost the battle, gave up the magic horn with disordered breathing, and lowered his head to ask the devil for a kiss.

This time it was more intense than before, and even the obvious sound of water could be heard.

At this moment, the big hand slipped silently into the pants.

The elf froze for a moment, but soon, that familiar and infatuating joy spread from that hand.

He clamped his legs tightly because of this happiness, but the powerful hands easily broke through the line of defense, lingering on the tenderest skin of the inner thighs.

The elf seemed to hear the sound of the thread called reason breaking, and he let out a low moan, and his hand automatically moved down, imitating the devil's every move, to touch the position under the opponent's lower abdomen.

It doesn't matter if there are clothes blocking it, he can untie it by himself, anyway, the decorations on the devil's clothes are too cumbersome, it's best to take them off.

It is rare to meet such an active elf, and the devil naturally cooperates very well, stretching out his hand when he asks him to stretch out his hand, and raising his leg when he asks him to raise his leg.

Of course, he didn't forget to serve the elves, but he thoughtfully didn't take off the robe he stretched out his hand to avoid catching cold.

The robes on the elves had been left open long ago, covering them like a thin quilt, but underneath, the unbuttoned blouse and the roughly kicked trousers let them see each other honestly, their chests To the chest, thigh to thigh.

The devil puffed into the elf's ear: "I originally wanted to wait for a longer time...but now I don't want to be patient anymore, what should I do?"

It seems to be asking him, but also like asking himself.

The elf didn't quite understand what he meant, but at the moment his whole body was burning hot, he said very smoothly: "Then don't bear it."

After the Demon King heard it, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly showed a smile, and it was the kind of laugh that represented joy and joy.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The elf soon realized he had said the wrong thing.

But at that time, he was already lazily lying on him because of the devil's craftsmanship, and his spirit seemed to be slackened.

That's why he didn't struggle when the demon king pressed him down again, and he didn't react when his fingers carried the liquid into the place that usually just wandered outside.

Even, because the liquid that seemed to have a special effect started to work, the elf forgot everything.

He only remembered that in the last period of time, he was like a small boat in the raging waves, tossed by the waves, because he might be crushed to the point of sinking at any time, he had to cling to the only pillar around him, and then in the endless In the wind and waves, the one that was pushed up by the waves flew high, and then fell quickly.

Dangerous, yet addictive.

After that, the elves don't know anything.

When the demon king who was out of control rarely recovered from his desire, the elf had already passed out, but even at this time, his body was still trembling slightly. This was because of the aftereffects of too much stimulation. Touch him lightly and you'll get a seductive moan.

The sweaty long hair stuck to his face, and his fair skin was once again covered with bright red marks, like a picture of winter plums and proud snow drawn on his body.

The liquid with a special smell was scattered everywhere, and the elves in the mess were full of abusive beauty, which almost aroused the flame of the devil again.

But he endured in the end, and gently arranged the elf's hair, and closed the buttons of the robe, so that the black robe covered everything underneath, and put away the picnic cloth on the ground and the elf's trousers, hugged the elf, Teleport directly back to the yurt.

He carried the elf into the bathroom, carefully cleaned his body, even a wrinkle in a certain indescribable place, but when it was his turn, he just rinsed it hastily.

During this period, even if a foreign object entered the body, the elf could not open his eyes.

He just wrinkled his pretty face and sobbed softly, even his voice became hoarse.

The devil almost couldn't control it, but fortunately he was extremely patient, and finally overcame the temptation, stuffing the elf into the bed.

As for pajamas?Who remembers wearing it.

Anyway, the Demon Lord will not let that kind of thing destroy his closeness with the elves.